I was looking in my drafts and found all of these fragments, half-haiku, etc. that I don’t know if I’ve published here, simply abandoned or what. So I decided to just stitch them all together into one long sequence (I don’t know if I can call it a poem) and see what happens. Why not?
(Each line is a single recovered, long forgotten and sometimes lightly edited entry I found among my drafts.)
winter sunrise a string of rejections back into the sky
stream of words when I close my eyes leaves in the breeze
apologizing to the past me who looks
down the rocks a single red
heavy grape of high summer the year’s first crocus
dark blue sky a siren spills half of my hot dream
maybe just hunger in the highest parts of the clouds
branches darken on every corner a murder
wind tossed trees all the little blue flowers stay still
a squirrel carrying leaves back home across the grey sky
who says
a few green letters and a different world
other animals 